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A conversation

published: 2020-10-15

He: “mine is more like I’m lost in an ocean of black oil. It slows my movements and it’s sickening and everywhere I look there’s blackness with no land in sight.”
She: “for me it’s that I see it coming, it’s a tidal wave and it’s big and I jump up on my feet, run like mad, away from it. But it’s too fast. It crashes down on me and all I can do is hope I’ll be strong enough to hold my breath for long enough and resurface.”

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